Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say Please share my umbrella Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it Wind and rain and shine That umbrella, we employed it By August, she was mine
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought Other people stared as if we were both quite insane Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
That's the way the whole thing started Silly but it's true I'm thinkin' of a sweet romance Beginning in a queue
Came the Sun the ice was melting No more sheltering now Nice to think that that umbrella Led me to a vow
